[ Look even Trevor isn't sure if Trevor is flirting. He scratches the side of his face, still cautious until he can be certain that he's not fucked up massively. He's an asshole, not a-

-whatever he would be if he didn't have his low, difficult to figure out standards. The kind of person who'd hurt Adrian more than he already has. ]

Didn't think I was capable of it. But- I'm out of that place, and alive, and nobody I give a shit about is going to die for it. Whatever else is happening, that's something. [ And, added after a moment- ] Makes a difference, not being in this alone.